Max Verstappen Mom Novels & Stories

She just listens then her chest is about to burst out. She cannot believe that this woman is telling her the truth despite her mean face. “I may look like mean—they always said that to me but when it comes to the request of my young master Jostein De Vere, it is my pleasure to grant that wish.” She smiled at her, and the chest is making it now light feeling and nothing else but Jostein’s care about her. “You are Keesha Monteverede right? The only daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde the partner company of the cousins?” she asked seriously to her that shocked her whole body.

he asked incredulously. “Who’s her mother?” I asked as I glanced at my husband. He looked like he was also praying it wasn’t Krystina. “I think you might know her mom, Mother.” Alex grinned, oblivious to the widening of my eyes and the horror reflecting on my face. Slowly, he walked to the couch and collapsed onto it with a defeated sigh. “Who?” Stavros asked his son. “Krystina Preira, dad. She’s also a famous model. Back in the days.” My son explained, not noticing the horror on our faces.

Adan Verlice smiled at his victory of finding his estranged wife, who had run away and taken his only child from him, who was but a month old. "She is currently in Switzerland." His personal assistant, Justin George, continued speaking. "Saint Moritz, to be precise. The house she is currently living in is under her real mother's name. According to our report, the house was bought in cash, which was also one of the reasons why it was hard to trace the transaction." "And my son?" He asked. "He recently began attending a preschool."

Grace lamented. "Enough, Sis. Don't complain like that. It's better to pray for Dad and Mom to resolve the company's issues successfully," Raceh advised. Raceh Pratista, the beautiful young woman, was twenty-three years old and had just graduated from a public university in Jakarta. She was the youngest daughter of Mr. Fidel and Mrs. Santi.